4/6/2018

Dawns break between Viola Blv. and Kamilla

Coming into full view

The miracles of new week sprouts.

One final stride I convince myself

Quicken each step or risk getting run over

Fleeting heels strike the dust

Hastening pulse

 

 

7-6-2018

Run.

sweat dons my brow

Adrenaline overdrive on steroids

the wind softens my chin

The air is quiet

Too quiet.

 

 

 

D-day

Wilding Littering street lights

Traps of resentment in every corner

Something good must happen

Even now

 

 

 

The Hunger Games have begun

Confronted by the roar of past warriors

Restrained by shackles heavier than dumbbells

Even the tiniest of ants challenges my stamina

Endorphin overflow

 

 

 

God’s grace surely comes through

exceeding expectations

Defeating limitations

Blessed be his name

 

 

 

Decrescendo

Pulse weakens to tempo

everything comes to a halt

Leave it all at the end of the road

 

 

I survived.

Yet the relic aphorism holds true

The catch is seemingly mundane

Compared to the chase.

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